Color You Red From Within

09.22.2017

photography by CHARLES GATES / story by VANESSA MATIC

style by RUBINA VITA MARCHIORI

Perhaps I’ve forgotten to be myself,I have loved like the ocean hungry

All I sense is rage in youand me, driven like the black sky.Your breath like live flowers,live flesh.All these people: a flood of colors,kaleidoscopic dreams.I do not want to walk here in tomorrows,plastic shoes and crystalline smileswith laid-out music.

I am paralyzed with fears that say thingswhile I am sleeping.

Burgundy pink lights to magnify my skin,clothes feel like strangeness,memories to be discarded like time pressed.

So much has excited my body,bathed in opium reflections,sedated into starry madness.How long does it take to get to heaven?And to color you red from within?